Forever by Alliance Webb
Chapter Nine
One Last Time
diclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, all I own is paper and a pretty - wait no - I lost my clicky pen cries
Oliver flew around the pitch tossing the quaffle lazily between his hands. He had begun to recover, he joined up with the quidditch team. He figured he had no standards any way if he couldn't have Draco, so he'd have anything, do anything, even join the team again.
"Hey, Wood," Harry Potter's voice rang out.
"Hey," his smiled flashed politely.
"I'm sorry about what happened," Harry continued. "You- um - any better?" he asked.
"I'm gay, Potter - gay - it doesn't get better," he rolled his eyes.
Harry nodded. "You know," he began. "It wouldn't have been such a big deal had it been a Gryffindor, but this is Draco Malfoy we're talking about, son of a Death Eater, it's just not right," he said. Oliver simply rolled his eyes. Harry was now very close to Oliver as their brooms hoovered closely together. Harry nervously reached his hand up and played with a piece of Oliver's long hair. "I can see, though, what he saw in you," he smiled.
Oliver lifted his head, confused. Was this the boy who had him kicked off the team for being gay? What do you-" he tried. He was cut off as Harry pressed his lips against Olivers'.
A few whoops began to echo loudly around them and they pulled apart quickly. The other Gryffindor team members flew out onto the field. They hadn't seen anything. Harry looked at Oliver, hardly breathing then took off toward the rest of the team. Oliver hoovered there, dazed, he didn't know what to do. "Hey Wood! Toss the ball here!" Harry shouted, not a hint of affection in his voice. He took a deep breath and threw the ball to him. He slowly flew to the hoop and the defending chasers took their place. Fred and George separated one taking the offensive one the defensive and Harry hoovered behind the hoops. There was no need for him to practice, the only other decent seeker had just recently been removed from the school. Oliver worked hard to prove he wasn't rusty. He didn't feel he should have to, but alas, he was easy, so he simply tried to prove himself. The entire practice he felt Harry's eyes watching him. 'Merlin,' he thought. 'I'll do it if you let me see Draco one more time,' he cried to himself.
"It's a deal," came a voice. Oliver snapped out of his trance.
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Chapter Nine
One Last Time
diclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, all I own is paper and a pretty - wait no - I lost my clicky pen cries
Oliver flew around the pitch tossing the quaffle lazily between his hands. He had begun to recover, he joined up with the quidditch team. He figured he had no standards any way if he couldn't have Draco, so he'd have anything, do anything, even join the team again.
"Hey, Wood," Harry Potter's voice rang out.
"Hey," his smiled flashed politely.
"I'm sorry about what happened," Harry continued. "You- um - any better?" he asked.
"I'm gay, Potter - gay - it doesn't get better," he rolled his eyes.
Harry nodded. "You know," he began. "It wouldn't have been such a big deal had it been a Gryffindor, but this is Draco Malfoy we're talking about, son of a Death Eater, it's just not right," he said. Oliver simply rolled his eyes. Harry was now very close to Oliver as their brooms hoovered closely together. Harry nervously reached his hand up and played with a piece of Oliver's long hair. "I can see, though, what he saw in you," he smiled.
Oliver lifted his head, confused. Was this the boy who had him kicked off the team for being gay? What do you-" he tried. He was cut off as Harry pressed his lips against Olivers'.
A few whoops began to echo loudly around them and they pulled apart quickly. The other Gryffindor team members flew out onto the field. They hadn't seen anything. Harry looked at Oliver, hardly breathing then took off toward the rest of the team. Oliver hoovered there, dazed, he didn't know what to do. "Hey Wood! Toss the ball here!" Harry shouted, not a hint of affection in his voice. He took a deep breath and threw the ball to him. He slowly flew to the hoop and the defending chasers took their place. Fred and George separated one taking the offensive one the defensive and Harry hoovered behind the hoops. There was no need for him to practice, the only other decent seeker had just recently been removed from the school. Oliver worked hard to prove he wasn't rusty. He didn't feel he should have to, but alas, he was easy, so he simply tried to prove himself. The entire practice he felt Harry's eyes watching him. 'Merlin,' he thought. 'I'll do it if you let me see Draco one more time,' he cried to himself.
"It's a deal," came a voice. Oliver snapped out of his trance.
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